Nav. Spotted.
Ferd. Disfigured.
Pem. Made a loathsome Leper.
Rod. How came this sudden alteration? For she was comely, lovely, beautiful, When the day left his Charriot to the night.
Nav. That heaven doth know, and onely Bellamira. Daughter, I charge thee, tell me how it came.
Bell. Burbon, oh Burbon,—
Lew. Did he doe the deed?
Bell. He came into my Tent at dead of night
And rubd my face with an infectuous herbe
Because I would not graunt unto his love.
I cry'd for helpe, but none did succour me.
Rod.—I know he did and laugh to thinke on t.
Lew. And he shall rue his treason.